Socrates dies with honor, surrounded by his disciples listening to the most tender words -the easiest death that one could wish to die. Jesus dies in pain, dishonor, mockery, the object of universal cursing - the most horrible death that one could fear. At the receipt of the cup of poison, Socrates blesses him who could not give it to him without tears; Jesus, while suffering the sharpest pains, prays for His most bitter enemies. If Socrates lived and died like a philosopher, Jesus lived and died like a god.
Jean-Jacques RousseauHer dignity consists in being unknown to the world; her glory is in the esteem of her husband; her pleasures in the happiness of her family.
Jean-Jacques RousseauAh, that is a perfume in which I delight; when they roast coffee near my house, I hasten to open the door to take in all the aroma.
Jean-Jacques RousseauWhat good would it be to possess the whole universe if one were its only survivor?
Jean-Jacques Rousseau